[Carnelia]
"Go!" Leon shouted as his horse moved to a full trot, racing around the guildhouse. "We need to hurry before they block us in."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" I ask for the second time today. Why do I even bother? This man is either drunk or mad, and from what I can see he is stone-cold sober. "WE CAN'T OUT RUN THE GUARD!"
"Not with that attitude!" he laughs, dodging a poor young apprentice, the horse veering so far to the right that it almost falls over sideways. I cannot keep up with his pace. I don't have very much experience with a horse.
Looking back, Leon notices me several paces behind and shakes his head. The guard, noticing our reaction, has switched from trying to enter the front of the gate to moving around the side. Thankfully we have a more direct path so we might make it ou
